{"id":2606,"date":"2014-08-25T03:09:49","date_gmt":"2014-08-25T03:09:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=2606"},"modified":"2017-07-11T21:18:58","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T21:18:58","slug":"uncle-eddy-dead-beneath-flowers-alejandro-escude","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/uncle-eddy-dead-beneath-flowers-alejandro-escude\/","title":{"rendered":"Uncle Eddy Dead Beneath the Flowers by Alejandro Escud\u00e9"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_2607\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2607\" style=\"width: 578px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Stone.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-2607 lazyload\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Stone.jpg\" alt=\"Stone Part 1 by Tommy Ingberg\" width=\"578\" height=\"385\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Stone.jpg 980w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Stone-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Stone-624x415.jpg 624w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 578px) 100vw, 578px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 578px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 578\/385;\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-2607\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Stone Part 1 by Tommy Ingberg<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">Uncle Eddy Dead Beneath the Flowers<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Alejandro Escud\u00e9<\/p>\n<p>Uncle Eddy dead beneath the flowers.<br \/>\nHe no longer says things like \u201cWine is good,<\/p>\n<p>But when the water is cold and crystal, wine<br \/>\nStill tastes much better.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>His skull, grey, cracked and dull brown<br \/>\nBy now, he no longer winks the devil-wink<\/p>\n<p>He was famous for, or stroke his pointy goatee.<br \/>\nFor avant-garde will never save my father<\/p>\n<p>From having to arrive in his truck to monitor<br \/>\nEach worksite, it will never penetrate<\/p>\n<p>His life far enough, or offer any decent rest<br \/>\nFrom the over-demanding client beast<\/p>\n<p>In the San Fernando Valley. Uncle Eddy<br \/>\nRests in the wine fields of eternity.<\/p>\n<p>He no longer can say things like, \u201cDon\u2019t put off<br \/>\nWhat you can today for tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Uncle Eddy\u2019s will is not much more than the farthest<br \/>\nEnd of the furrow. The moon sliced<\/p>\n<p>In the sky like half a white watermelon.<br \/>\nThe canonic books in Spanish, the ones he sold<\/p>\n<p>To the Cal States, are not in his warehouse.<br \/>\nAvant-garde could not save him either.<\/p>\n<p>Orozco paints with the broken hand<br \/>\nOf God, Rivera is afloat in The Rio Grande,<\/p>\n<p>His big distended belly reflecting the sun.<br \/>\nMy father arrives at another worksite in his truck.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">###<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Alejandro Escud\u00e9 is the winner of the 2013 Sacramento Poetry Center Award. His first collection, &#8220;My Earthbound Eye,&#8221; is now available on Amazon and at www.sacramentopoetrycenter.com . Alejandro is originally from Argentina. He is a high school English teacher and lives in Los Angeles with his wife and two kids.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Alejandro Escud\u00e9 is the winner of the 2013 Sacramento Poetry Center Award. 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